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IS GONNA CHANGE MY WORLD

-----------ramsay just couldn't take it anymore. he had to get out of this stupid apartment. he'd just showered and had nothing to do for the remainder of the day. stepping toward his closet, his eyes wandered over the wide variety of breeches he owned. some were white, others were black, but the majority were a crisp beige. he snatched a pair of olive green full-seated pants and slipped them on over his tiny boxer-briefs. so far, so good; it didn't seem like he'd gained any weight. over a period of about five minutes, he slipped into his knee-high field boots and shrugged on an ebony-hued tee from urban outfitters. this wasn't his usual stable ensemble, but it would certainly do. grabbing his pearly troxel helmet and riding gloves, he headed toward the door. thank god he was ready; he needed to let himself chill out. grooming horses always seemed to calm the 18-year-old down.

-----------the ride to the stable was relaxing. his honda hummed quietly as he swerved down the road. drinking and driving, baby. a couple of beers before leaving never hurt anyone (or did they?). his head was already aching by the time he reached the barn. parking next to a blazer, he hopped from the car and stumbled his way toward nova's stall. the majestic gelding had been contently nibbling at his meadow hay when the semi-drunk boy approached him. "ay, buddy," he cooed affectionately to the horse. with his response being a soft snort, the horse stamped his hoof but then went back to eating. he seemed to be in a reasonably good mood, and that was fine by ramsay. no need to cause trouble with an animal roughly 11 hundred pounds heavier than him. heading toward the tack room, he thought over which brush he wanted to use first. it really depended on what condition supernova's coat was in. if he'd been rolling, the curry comb would probably be best. otherwise, he'd just play with his mane, maybe even practice braiding.

-----------trotting back to supernova's stall with a bucket full of brushes and combs, he plopped it down on the concrete in front of the horse. with a disgruntled head toss, the zealous gelding tried his best to ignore ramsay's distractions. the hay was much more appealing than being groomed, apparently. ramsay chose the dandy brush first, figuring the horse was moderately dirty. he stepped gingerly into the stall, baby talking his horse the whole time. "who's daddy's boy? that's right, you are," murmured ramsay, showing a side of himself that few people got to see. then again, he was a bit tipsy. it probably wasn't that smart to go out and groom a horse while under the influence. ramsay, however, didn't often use his common sense. he offered the brush for the horse to smell, though nova was hardly interested. he went on eating while the boy ran the brush over the hardly appreciative horse's coat. the barn was quiet...for now.

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Andrew.Jacob.Millar

Andrew woke up late, the sound of his annoying alarm clock ringing right next to his ear. "Shit" He muttered under his breath as he reached for the snooze button. He hit the button then rolled over for another ten minutes of sleep, but then he sat up the light from the window shining directly into his eyes. "Damn it." He growled holding his hand out to protect his eyes from the sun. Maybe it was time to get up? Heaving his tired body out of bed he slowly dressed himself in black riding breeches and a random metallica t-shirt he had found hanging up in his closet. He grabbed his riding gloves and his helmet before he left his apartment, locking the door behind him. Andrew lived pretty close to the stables, so he could always walk there but today he was feeling rather lazy so he took the car.

Pulling up to the stables, Andrew parked his car somewhere around the back so it was not in the way of something. Making his way to the barn, Andrew stopped to pet a few friendly horses, once inside the barn (finally) he headed straight to his mare's stall. No Strings Attached, was the mares show name she had to nick name as of yet.. He usually just called her Naughty, as that was a word that described her. He peered into her stall and smiled at the older dappled grey mare. "Heya Naughty. How are you today, pretty girl?" He murmured to her as she looked up at him. The dappled mare nickered in reply then continued to munch on her breakfast.

Andrew walked toward the tack room, looking into the other stalls as he passed them by, he noticed another guy, about his age give or take a year or two talking to his horse. He was good looking, but seemed to be rather skinny.. Oh well, He thought. Too each his own, right? He smiled at the guy as he passed by, nodding a hello (what was this? Was he a horse now?), and entered the tack room. He grabbed some brushed and his saddle, saddle pad and bridle before he headed back out to brushed down Naughty. He grabbed the curry comb first and gave her a good brush before following up with a dandy brush then a body brush.. It was a force of habit, he could not do it out of order anymore. Naughty nipped playfully at him as he lifted the saddled onto her back. "Don't!" He laughed at the mare, "See, this is why I call you Naughty!" He said patting her nose and adjusting her girth.

Andrew easily slipped the bridle on, Naughty was being a good for for the moment. He led Naughty out to the ring and mounted her easily, allowing her to walk around the ring with her head for the moment.

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-----------soft tunes wafted through the air, the local radio station providing the music. floating its way into ramsay's ears, the lush felt overwhelmed by the music. a couple of michelob ultras seemed to have done the trick. the light-hearted harmony by none other than the mamas and the papas caused the tall boy's hands to start moving in a rhythmic pattern, the brush going along with the beat. not long after, ramsay heard the roar of an engine and a car door slam. someone else seemed to be at the stable. he wasn't too interested in figuring out who it was, though he was somewhat lonely. grooming supernova was so calming, ramsay felt tempted to hop on his back, though that probably wouldn't be the best idea since they weren't out in the pasture. who knows if the big gelding might get a bit over-excited. he didn't want to risk it.

-----------once the dandy brush had removed a patch of dried manure from nova's rump, ramsay tossed it back in the bucket and picked up a large body brush. he tucked his hand inside of the elastic band and began dragging it over the gelding's smooth coat. muscles rippled as he stood, his skin twitching every once in a while when a fly decided to land on him. soft bristles moved through the horse's multi-colored hair, pulling out sawdust and dirt. once he finished off grooming nova's legs, ramsay dropped the brush into the light blue bucket. whistling the soft melody coming from the speakers overhead, ramsay found himself grateful for the music. the horses must have enjoyed it as well, for several of them were pacing around their stalls, snorting and whatnot. not a moment later, ramsay noticed something--or someone--out of the corner of his eye. "shit!" he squealed, a hand clapping over his mouth in regret. fuck! taking a deep breath, he placed his hand over his quickly beating heart. with a deep sigh, he spoke again. "whoa, you scared me."

-----------time for a cigarette. getting a good scare always called for a cowboy killer. pulling the pack of marlboro reds from his back pocket, he placed a white cancer stick between his lips and lit it with a match, then threw it aside, stamping it with his field boot afterward. if tonight went well and he sobered up quickly, he'd probably take him on a ride later, which was exactly what he was bred for--trail rides. a quarter horse mixed with a thoroughbred; what a wonderful all-round animal. supernova had been a gift from his father. that man was too wealthy for his own good; he had more dollars than sense, basically. sucking on his cigarette, he ashed it in the aisle like the white trash he was. he really had no manners, regardless of how much money he had. you can take the boy out of the trailer, but you can't take the trailer out of the boy; figuratively speaking, of course.

-----------leaning over the half-opened stall, he propped his elbows up on the dutch door, chin in his hands. "she's gorgeous," he complimented, looking curiously at the mare. "you know, i'm gonna take nova out on a trail. wanna come along? my name's ramsay, by the way." friendly, he was. yoda, i am. ( i had to...in honor of hayden! : P ) opening the stall door, he stepped out and made his way into the tack room. he returned with a saddle and the rest of his gear. supernova was a pretty chill horse, it would have been fine for him to be tacked up in the stall. setting the wool saddle pad atop the sorrel's back, he placed the sienna brown saddle over it and tightened the girth. he knew he'd have to tighten it again once outside, naughty nova would bloat his stomach out. "alright, take the bit," he urged the horse, pulling the bridle over his ears and tightening the straps. with the reins thrown over his head, he led the gelding out of the stall and on down the aisle. if the boy wanted to come, he'd have to catch up.

-----------making his way toward the mounting block, he led supernova up next to it. ramsay leaned over and tightened the girth before placing his foot in the saddle, swinging his leg around. his foot was eager to find the other stirrup, and he eventually did with the help of his right hand. "ok, buddy. time for trails," ramsay murmured while collecting the reins.

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Andrew.Jacob.Millar

» As Andrew had walked by he heard the boy yelp. He must have scared him, "Sorry." He had said quietly as he continued onward to brush down Naughty. Just as he had stared to pick the debris out of Naughty's hooves the boy had walked over. Andrew had seen him out of the corner of his eye, standing over the stall door and glancing over Naughty. Naughty had turned to look at him and nickered softly. 'She's gorgeous.' The boy has said. "Thank-you." Andrew grinned in reply. Then the boy said his name was Ramsay, and that he was going out on a trail ride and would Andrew like to come? Andrew had smiled then stood up to put the hoof pick away. "I'm Andrew." He said as he grabbed the saddle pad. "Umm, Maybe another time.. I was thinking about jumping her today." He had said quietly, not wanting to hurt the boy's feelings. The boy had left to get his saddle and tack up his horse and Andrew was left to finish tacking up his horse.
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Naughty walked slowly around in the ring, she seemed to be lazy today. Maybe the trail ride was not such a bad idea? Would the boy still let him come? He could always ask. Andrew hopped off and led Naughty outside of the barn, seeing Ramsay mounting his beautiful sorrel gelding. Andrew mounted again and nudged Naughty into a trot to catch up to Ramsay. Once beside him he slowed to a trot and smiled at him. "Hope it's not too late to take you up on that offer." He laughed quietly then reached down to pat Naughty who tossed her head lightly in response.

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-----------_Riding such a well-trained, majestic animal always seemed to be taken advantage of here at River's Edge, but Ramsay knew better. He'd gone without a horse too long. When his father first bought Nova at an auction just outside of town, he'd been absolutely ecstatic. What a gift to receive, a horse! And not just any horse; a racehorse. For a while, his former owners held him in several races, though he didn't especially excel at it. So they decided to have him as a stud. However, he was found out to be sterile. Thus, he was gelded and sent to auction. That was when Ramsay's baby blue eyes fell upon the beautiful sorrel. They clicked instantly. After a quick ride out in the arena, his father noticed the bond as well. Thirty minutes later, the horse was sold.

-----------Flicking his heels against the gelding's flanks, Nova burst forward with a rush of energy. He must have been eager to get out of the barn. Pulling back the reins by instinct, the sorrel gradually slowed into a trot. That was when Ramsay noticed that boy coming up beside him. Andrew was his name, right? Yeah, or at least that's what Ramsay recalled. He jerked tightly back on the reins, knowing his horse wouldn't have came close to a halt if he hadn't done so. With Supernova, you had to be a bit rough or else he'd do what he wanted. "Oh...of course," he stammered out. The smile smearing across his face let Andrew know that he was genuine.

-----------He figured his gelding wanted to at least get a good trot going. Maybe even a canter, but Ramsay wasn't sure if his fellow rider would be comfortable with that, so he kept it simple. Wetting his lips, he spoke once more, "Hope you don't mind trotting for a little bit. Nova's in the mood to get going." He tapped his horse's sides and he took off at a canter. Damn, that was a hard habit to break. If he made any noises, he would instantaneously jerk forward at a canter. Slowing him down to a trot after seesawing the reins for a good minute, he allowed the horse to ride at a smooth trot. It was a little jerky--like most trots--though it was typical of a Thoroughbred to have a nice ride. Looking back over his shoulder, Ramsay grinned from ear to ear. "Isn't it great? Riding, that is," enthused the earnest 18-year-old.

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